I’m self medicated to the eyeballs. Not in a bad way. I don’t want to do anything because I am destructive. Everyone I talk to I am angry with. I don’t want sympathy, I want to be allowed to feel this way. I want to rant, I’m not being emo.Two like minded females, aries, stubborn and strong willed. Proud. Mother and daughter. So alike. Clashing over nothing, butting heads time and again.Teenage years pass, separated, a friendship flourishes. Two best friends. Still mother and daughter.Gardening, sharing of wisdom. Shopping fortnightly together for groceries, time to catch u pon the news of other family members. Advice shared. Nothing can break this bond they’ve nurtured. Mother and daughter sometimes seem like one.Then the unthinkable. The biggest hurdle they’ve had to face. Cancer. Mother relies on daughter. Confides in her, the worst fears a person could face. It’s everywhere. The bond still holds them tight. The roles are reversed. Daughter becomes Mother. Caring, soothing, doing anything to help. It’s getting worse now. Mother knows the daughter is informed, know’s she’ll have to support the rest. They’re strong for each other, doing what has to be done.For the last time the Mother reaches for the daughter. Fear in her eyes. The inevitable. Daughter responds, strokes her hair like that of a child. Mother breathes, oh so slowly. Then she’s gone. Mother and daughter are no more.The daughter is thrust into this new world. Alone.


~ by Fen on May 16, 2006.

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